People stand around like the world
Is not magnificent.
Even in times of disaster,
I’ve always thought,
It’s all so beautiful.
This God thing has poisoned people
Into thinking rain and flood are
Punishments...
But no!
God is in these things,
And if you can’t see
They all serve a purpose,
Well then: pooh-pooh!
Look:
I have stood in the rain when it comes
Beating down
Like a crazy person,
Like it just didn’t matter
That there was shelter nearby;
I have skipped in the snow
A few years in a row
With enough beauty to last
A lifetime.
And fallen in it,
And delighted.
And stood on icy lake
Just til it threatened to crack,
Just like that,
Playing God:
You remember.
You gave me a branch to hold on to and stood inside a boat docked there solid
And she took a picture
And we laughed.
And when the winds whipped once
On my newly infected throat
I thought to leave for indoors
But stood there,
Torn,
Like a crazy person,
Wanting to see and feel
Such beauty.
You see? It is all magnificent.
We shouldn’t walk around
Like it’s an everyday sort of thing
Though we get so concerned with
Where to be and
At what time.
